Poetry by Anastasia
Seven Times You Told Me
Seven times you told me,
Eighty times I listened.
It’s never good enough to put your mind
in someone’s seashell.
They can hear you.
Callous sand and ingratiating pearls will keep you there.
Watery echo will blind
Connoting apocryphal,
patient peace.
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